The Void One is right, from the level of divine power, the gap between the full power of the five worlds and the half-awakened superior gods is not very large. But these divine powers, for their users, cause no less pressure than their opponents.

If Lukka was in his youth or prime of life, such a pressure might be bearable, but for this ninety-seven-year-old mage who had already extended his life several times with magic potions, such a pressure was fatal.

The aged Lukka bit his chapped lip with his teeth, trying not to let out a wheezing sound under the pressure. However, his face and all his actions were clearly seen by the Void who was close at hand.

"If you can't hold on, just give up. The superior god sneered and said, "What difference can it make if you hold on for a few more minutes?"

He raised his hand slightly, and the gray jumble curves wrapped around him, forming a layer of protection that was almost impossible to break through.

The flow of mana still wrapped around the Voidman, trying to penetrate the thin silver threads through the gaps in the gray threads so that they could lift consciousness beneath his shell.

The Void took a slow step forward, and hundreds of silver streams of mana broke through it, and before it landed, it was entangled in gray curves, and the color gradually became dull, and finally it was no different from those gray curves, and failed to break through the defenses, but instead added some strength to the opponent.

The Void smiled with satisfaction, turned to face the aged Luca, and whispered, "How?"

Every slight movement of his made the old mage's bones rattle.

The aged Lukka supported his body with his staff, barely holding on to a standing position, and looked at his younger self.

Young Lukka is not easy either, although he did not directly confront the Void, but it is not easy to create an illusion that can deceive the superior gods, even if he can use the full power of the god of magic.

If it was just to create a fantasy, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But his flow of magic and that of the old Luca are essentially the same person, and they are closely connected as soon as they are touched, and the pressure of the nihilistic is transmitted without any discount.

The old Lukka is because of his old age, while the young Luka is facing the half-awakened nihilism with the divine power of a world, even if the target of the other party's pressure is not him, it is enough to make his spiritual starry sky crack.

The Void looked at the mage who was suppressed by himself and couldn't move with satisfaction, and was about to take a step further, when he suddenly heard the old Luca gritted his teeth and spit out a sentence: "Rejuvenation potion......"

Phil quickly waved his hand: "How can I have that thing?" Although I can do it, but this requires the life essence of the holy tree, and all the inventory is used for the recovery potion of blood magic, and there are no materials, so what can I do?"

"I mean," old Luca gasped, "I've got a bottle in my bag, help me get it!"

His hands were gripping the staff tightly, his nails had already pierced into his palms, and he couldn't spare his hands to take out the potion.

Phil hurriedly stepped forward to help, but when he was still two meters away from the three wrestlers, he was bounced by a huge divine power for more than ten meters, fell heavily to the ground, and struggled for a long time before he could get up.

"I'll do it. Covey easily walked through the edge of the battlefield of the divine duel, walked to the side of the elderly Luka, took out a light blue potion from his satchel, and brought it to his mouth.

However, before the elderly Luca could open his mouth, the Void acted again. His body still couldn't break free from the mana flow, but the gray curve followed the mana flow in the opposite direction, easily pushing away Covey who was holding the potion, and wrapping it around the glass bottle by the way, sending it back to the Void Being.

"That's why you've lived to be this age?" the Void couldn't move, just looked down at the small bottle, "Even if you use this, it doesn't mean much, but I don't like people eating and drinking in front of us. ”

He laughed, and the gray curve that held the bottle was abruptly withdrawn, and the vial immediately fell to the ground, shattering, and the potion inside flowed to the ground.

"Now, let's put an end to this boring show. The Void said, raising his right hand and waving it in the air. The flow of mana still tried its best to stop his action, but this action caused the two stalemate divine powers to have a shock.

The ripples followed the tightly wound flow of mana and the gray curve, and the tide rushed towards the aged Lukka, whose body finally couldn't bear the shock, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then the whole person collapsed on the ground, but still maintained the position of holding the staff with both hands.

"It's very persistent, but unfortunately it's just adding to the pain. The Voidman shook his head and flicked his fingers at the stream of mana that was still clinging to his shoulder, and the already unbalanced scales tipped more completely in his favor, overwhelming the old Lukka. Countless cracks appeared in the purple crystal on the staff, which quickly shattered into several pieces and fell from the top of the staff, and the wooden staff also made an ominous crackling sound, and then broke in half from the middle.

The Void Clapped His Hands, and countless gray curves followed the flow of magic power to the opponent's spiritual starry sky, he closed his eyes, and with the other party's thoughts, he could even see the starry sky full of stars extinguishing one after another, and the entire night sky also turned into countless fragments, completely swallowed by the gray chaotic power.

He nodded in satisfaction and opened his eyes.

The old Lukka lay on the ground, his eyes staring straight at the sky, the light in it had dimmed, he exhaled his last breath in time and space that did not belong to him, and then there was no more movement.

"Well, now it's just you. The Voidman turned to face the young Luka, and slapped Covey away with a few gray curves in the middle, and the god of fortune fell even more awkwardly than Phil.

"I don't have enough strength to stand up to you. Young Lukka sighed, "Still, I can make a mess of you." ”

He abruptly withdrew his resistance, redirected all the magic streams he had, and threw them at the nine orbs floating in the air not far away.

"What are you going to do?" the Voidman tried to stop, but the body that had just broken free was not so fast, the gray curve poked out towards the nine spheres, but it was half a step slower, and the mirror image of these worlds was struck by Luca's magic stream like a baseball shot out of a bat, flying towards a gap next to it.

This gap was obviously a temporary passage opened between the Ultimate Divine Domain and the Nine Worlds by Lukka using all of his divine power.

"So," Lukka said with a smile, "you're going to be looking for it for a while." Your strength hasn't fully recovered, have you? Without these mirrors, your plans are going to be postponed. ”